Devil Kiss Novels & Stories

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

The dream clung to Henry Wynthorne like morning mist—Lavinia’s lips soft beneath his fingertips, her body arching into his touch, her breath catching his name. He woke with a gasp, sheets twisted around his legs, his body betraying him with want that felt like a curse. The phantom taste of her skin lingered on his tongue, and he pressed his palms against his eyes until stars burst behind his lids. Damn her. The thought came sharp and bitter. Damn her for haunting me when she won’t even look at me.

Ha ha! "You...you are...not good. You broke up with me. I hate you!" I say so he thinks that I am dreaming and cursing Darin but that is not the case. Devin, a.k.a, devil will be the one whom I will ever curse to die and rot in hell.

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

He whispered, my knees went weak at the thought of that, I could feel my heart clutching against my chest. My mind filled with thoughts from the pit of hell and my attention was on his hand, the heat of his body I felt. “It’s a deal.” I whispered against my breath. I may have signed a deal with the devil, a worse deal than what I had thought it would be. Dominic wasted no time in pulling me closer to him, our chest resting against each others. “Look at me, Aurora.” Dominic demanded, yet so calmly, and I hesitated a bit before my eyes flickered open, and I stared at him, his eyes, it was like looking into the ocean, it was calming and soothing,

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

He groaned deep, and then his hands were on me, pushing my robe open. “Fuck...” he breathed out, eyes dragging over me. “You’re real.” His mouth dropped to my neck, hot kisses that burned. I gasped. My back arched, a moan slipping out before I could stop it. “You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered against my skin. I couldn’t answer. My head was already lost in it. His hands slid down, grabbed my thighs, spreading them. He stared down at me like I was something dangerous. Something forbidden.

Hermes was right by her side and Selena whispers something in startling. "El b**o del diablo!"(The devil's kiss.) Then she turns to Hermes and instructs him to kiss them both to break the spell. Hermes hesitates but upon seeing how his mate was suffering, he relented. He bends down and places a soft kiss on her and nothing works. She keeps screaming and writhing in pain. Within minutes, she looses consciousness again. However, now we know that there was some sort of a devil who must have posed as me back there. It's unfortunate but we all seem to be unable to help. Just then, a warrior comes running.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."